Dating is an art that I have no where near mastered. A first-date-story to paint a picture of my dry spell. I had just graduated college. Still optimistic about the men in the real world. Shiny, and giddy about all my new wonderful opportunities ahead. We kept it low-key, and went to Starbucks. He sat down and decided to start talking about his days of living in California. We were off to a fine start. Somehow, he ended up telling me about all the strip clubs he went to, and how he was a con artist to women. Bragging about his masculinity and dominating sex appeal. I sat there, without…